The two of them arrived at the restaurant, ordered a few signature dishes, and chatted casually for a while.
The dishes were served very quickly and all were ready in a short time.
"It tastes good, eat more." Wang Yan took a bite and felt it was pretty good, so he said to Wang Manni.
"Yeah, it's really delicious." Wang Manni said after picking up a bite of the dish.
With his salary, it was a bit hard to eat such a standard. Although there were people who asked her out on weekdays, they couldn't do it every day.
With Wang Yan's guidance, the atmosphere at the table was relaxed, and Wang Manni was very talkative. No matter what she said, Wang Yan could always pick up what she said, and Wang Manni became happier and happier as she talked.
Wang Yan didn't believe anything Wang Manni said. She was blindly pursuing a life that didn't match her level, and she wasn't working hard to improve herself to be worthy of it. Whatever she said was basically bullshit.
The atmosphere is so good, so we have to drink.
Under the influence of alcohol, Wang Manni relaxed and talked about the difficulties of living in Shanghai over the years, which moved her deeply.
Although she had drunk quite a bit, Wang Manni was still very sober. She had a good alcohol tolerance. Besides, she wasn't a child. If they drank like crazy on their first meeting, wouldn't that be crazy?
They had eaten their fill, drunk their fill, and chatted their hearts out. It was getting late, so they packed up, paid the bill, and left.
When they got outside, Wang Yan looked at a hotel across the street and said to Wang Manni, "Why don't we go there and have a good chat?"
Wang Yan's directness really wasn't an insult to her. Apart from anything else, Wang Yan had a lot of experience in selling houses over the past few years.
No matter what time, rumors always spread quickly.
From time to time, you'd hear about a real estate agent or property consultant at a sales office somewhere selling a house themselves. Some of the people around them were blatant about it, and everyone knew it.
After all, earning tens of thousands of dollars from one sex act is much more valuable than performing as a prostitute.
These are all understandable. Some people want to sell but can't. They are also a kind of capital, aren't they?
In this materialistic society, survival ultimately comes down to money.
We cannot deny or criticize people just because their chosen method is not recognized by the public. This is irrational and mindless. After all, they also earn their money through labor. The only difference is the way they work.
Moreover, the supply and demand relationship determines that there will be supply only when there is a market.
Wouldn’t it be great to have a whole dragon?
Make money? Not a big deal.
It's hard to say whether the current attitude and trend towards sex is good or bad. Those who enjoy it think it's good, while those who don't think it's bad. It's hard to definitively say.
Now, let's talk about Wang Manni. She's been selling luxury goods for so many years, and she's still determined to move up the ladder. This isn't malicious speculation; logically speaking, with her looks, she's bound to have had this kind of experience during her eight years in the industry.
Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that she is really chaste, but judging from her performance in the plot, this possibility is really very small.
Wang Manni followed his gaze and understood instantly.
I thought about this when I agreed to have dinner with Wang Yan. We are all lonely urban men and women. Even though we don’t have much to do, we still need some love.
Wang Yan is a humorous and dignified person. Even though he looks ordinary, he has a unique charm.
And unlike most people, she is not regarded as a prostitute who thinks that everything can be done with money.
She had a good impression of Wang Yan, they had a good chat and she didn't dislike him at all.
I can't say he's experienced, but he certainly has a lot of experience. Plus, he'd had a few drinks, so he nodded and didn't object.
Seeing her nod in agreement, Wang Yan directly put his arm around her and walked towards the other side.
Wang Yan was unwilling to treat himself badly, so he directly booked a presidential suite.
Arriving in the room, Wang Yan didn't hesitate and headed straight for the car. He'd eaten and drunk his fill, and had talked about everything, so why bother with all that useless talk? He hadn't touched an old woman since returning to the real world from Infernal Affairs. He was naturally strong and energetic, and he'd been feeling pretty suffocated for a while.
A one-night stand, omitted.
The next day, Wang Manni woke up and looked around. She didn't see Wang Yan and thought he had left. She didn't think much of it, a fleeting moment of pleasure and a fleeting romance. This was mainly due to the kindness of Old Wang, and it really touched her heart.
She was not stupid, and she could see that Wang Yan was only after sleeping with her.
But what she didn't expect was that Wang Yan simply walked away, leaving her with nothing. She could refuse, but you couldn't refuse to give it to her. Normally, shouldn't you buy her something or at least give her some money as a token of your gratitude?
He casually put on his bathrobe, got out of bed and poured himself a glass of water.
Wang Yan really touched her heart. She was tormented by Wang Yan yesterday and was so exhausted that she couldn't recover even after a night's sleep.
The hotel is nice, more or less a star. Skyscrapers are standard in big cities, and this suite is on the top floor, so the view outside is particularly beautiful.
She walked to the large balcony with a cup of water, looking at the rising sun outside, not knowing what she was thinking.
At this moment, Wang Yan opened the door and walked in. He was used to getting up early in the morning. The hotel had a fitness center and a swimming pool. He worked out all morning, stretching his body and keeping in shape.
Wang Yan took off his clothes as soon as he entered the door. He had sweated a little from the exercise, so he had to take a shower.
Hearing the noise, Wang Manni walked in from the balcony and saw Wang Yan taking off his clothes.
Looking at his figure that was chiseled and chopped, yet naturally smooth, Wang Manni couldn't help but recall the pleasure of last night and twisted her body unnaturally.
Wang Manni didn't tie her nightgown too tightly, revealing a large area of her body, and her legs were unnatural. This was very attractive to an energetic contestant like Wang Yan.
"You haven't washed yet, right? Let's wash together."
Wang Yan threw the clothes aside, picked up Wang Manni and walked towards the bathroom when she screamed "Ah!"
For a moment, the bathroom was filled with spring light.
After a long time, Wang Yan came out holding Wang Manni, who was still limp and powerless.
After putting her on the bed, Wang Yan tidied up again, took out his cell phone and transferred 50,000 yuan to her.
"I transferred 50,000 yuan to you. Buy whatever you like. I'm leaving now."
Without waiting for her to say any useless nonsense, everyone just takes what they need. Why bother with so many useless things?
Wang Yan got out of bed without a second glance at her and turned away.
Wang Manni, who was limp and powerless, looked at Wang Yan's back, feeling mixed emotions.
Nothing else, just her body being conquered. If you also take into account Wang Yan's financial resources, his personality, and his unique temperament.
So at this moment, Wang Manni's favorability towards him is definitely above 90.
Women are also lustful, and who wouldn't like the love between men and women?
Although she had thought about this before coming, she still felt a little regretful.
No one will cherish or care about things that are easily obtained.
Wang Manni wondered, if only she could have tricked Wang Yan into revealing her true identity, if only she had used all her years of experience, and if they had spent more time together, would he be a good match for her? Would her long-cherished wish have come true?
Unfortunately, her idea was destined to be a joke. Not to mention that Wang Yan knew the plot and understood what kind of player she was. Just the life experience of more than ten years in the first two worlds was enough for Wang Yan to judge what kind of person she was.
Wang Yan didn't have the time to care about what Wang Manni thought. He was busy trying to poach people.
After driving back to Grand Hyatt Mansion, Wang Yan was about to take the elevator upstairs when he saw Gu Jia coming out.
Wang Yan said to Gu Jia who was walking towards him, "Miss Gu, what a coincidence! What are you going to do?"
Gu Jia smiled gently at Wang Yan: "What a coincidence, Mr. Wang, I have something to go out for."
It's completely irrelevant, a standard Chinese greeting.
"Yes." Wang Yan nodded to show that he understood.
Then he said, "By the way, when I saw you yesterday, I told you that I would treat your family of three to dinner."
"We just moved in yesterday, so we must be busy. I wonder if you're free tonight? I'll set up a table so we can chat."
Seeing Wang Yan's enthusiasm, Gu Jia couldn't refuse. Moreover, as a highly motivated person, she naturally wouldn't miss such an opportunity to expand her network.
I found out yesterday that Wang Yan is definitely better than them. And since he's in finance, his connections must be much stronger than theirs.
After thinking for a while, Gu Jia said, "I don't know if my husband has time today."
"Well, I'll ask him later, and then I'll contact you if it's okay."
Wang Yan happily accepted: "Okay, then let's add WeChat. I'll wait for your news."
After adding each other on WeChat, the two said goodbye politely.
After returning home, Wang Yan changed his clothes and went to his company.
It is not an easy thing to sell the stocks you hold before, after all, it is tens of millions of dollars.
At least these funds can create a splash. If he pulls them all out and causes turmoil, not only will he offend people, but he will also lose a lot of money.
Therefore, this will take some time to complete and cannot be rushed.
After handling some things, he told his employees some information about US stocks, gave them some instructions, and asked them to take responsibility.
Due to time zone issues, his working hours were adjusted. He was allowed to rest during the day, and I could just stay home and monitor the situation at night. I would report to him at any time if there was any situation.
Based on Wang Yan's understanding of this employee, he is not afraid that he may have any ulterior motives.
It's unlikely that he absconded with the money because he was born and raised here. His parents, wife, and children are all here. In this country where filial piety has been passed down for thousands of years, no one would want to do such a thing unless they are crazy.
The other option is to just follow Wang Yan's advice and buy. Wang Yan doesn't care about that. If you're brave enough, buy. This opportunity is yours; it depends on whether you can seize it. It's all free money, so what if you take it?
Wang Yan guessed he hadn't dared to buy in the first few rounds. People can't handle failure, they want to make money but are afraid of risk, and they're hesitant. Once they see others making money, it's usually too late to try and follow suit.
After explaining the matter, Wang Yan drove back to Junyue Mansion.
Wang Yan had never experienced a well-organized study room.
He glanced at the bookshelf, finding a wide variety of categories. Wang Yan's spirit level had reached eighteen, and his thinking ability and brain processing speed had greatly improved, making him a very fast reader. Regardless of whether he could remember the content, he was sure to understand and comprehend the book's content.
Moreover, his memory has improved a lot. It cannot be said that he has a photographic memory, but basically as long as he remembers it carefully, he can remember it for a long time.
When Wang Yan read, he tried to understand the book thoroughly, rather than just memorize it. His mind was already cluttered enough, so memorizing too much wouldn't be good.
These books are enough for him to read for a long time.
After looking around, he walked over to the large desk. The desk, including the chair, was made of wood, giving it an antique feel. As for the material, Wang Yan had no idea, as he had never researched this kind of thing.
There is a complete set of four treasures of the study on the desk.
Although Wang Yan had seen many antiques, he had never studied them carefully. Therefore, he couldn't tell whether the set of four treasures of the study was an antique or not.
But Wang Yan estimated that the desk, chair, and the four treasures of the study should not be ordinary items. After all, hundreds of millions of assets were given, so the system couldn't be so stingy.
As for writing, Wang Yan had some experience with it before.
In the world of Infernal Affairs, Wang Yan studied with numerous masters of Chinese studies and Daoist gurus, all of whom knew how to write calligraphy. After all, calligraphy was fundamental in that field, and their skills were quite good, with many being experts.
Wang Yan's poor handwriting was naturally not presentable, and letting these people teach him a lesson was not much different from humiliating them.
Unable to bear the sight of Wang Yan's poor handwriting, the group casually pointed fingers at him. They were mainly teaching him the basics of calligraphy, as he simply couldn't grasp the advanced techniques because his level was too low.
With so much guidance and more practice on my own, I have become quite good at it now. I hope it is worth watching.
Regular script, seal script, running script, cursive script, and official script.
What Wang Yan really likes is Song Huizong's Slender Gold Style. Putting aside other things, this old guy's style is indeed sufficient for writing and painting, and he can't help but admit it.
But what he practiced was regular script, which can be said to be the foundation of calligraphy. Song Huizong also practiced regular script.
After all, if you can't even make the strokes straight and level, expecting them to dance like dragons and phoenixes, or write with iron and silver strokes is impossible. It's like a child who can't even walk, expecting him to run.
He had nothing else but plenty of time. Just like practicing martial arts, he practiced calligraphy from masters like Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, and Chu Suiliang, from all walks of life. Over time, the skill came naturally.
After fiddling with it for a bit, Wang Yan picked up his pen and wrote a few large, regular characters. He looked at it for a moment, then crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can. It was understandable, but others couldn't. Even those who did understand couldn't understand it; he himself was upset just looking at it.
After lamenting that "the road ahead is long and difficult", Wang Yan picked up his pen and began to practice calligraphy seriously and quietly while standing at the desk.
I became addicted to the practice and before I knew it, it was already afternoon.
Wang Yan put down his pen, stretched, and saw that it was almost four o'clock.
He picked up the phone on the table and looked through the messages.
One of them was from Gu Jia, saying that Xu Huanshan was fine and they could get together in the evening.
There was another one from Wang Manni, which summed it up by saying, "I hope to get in touch with her again someday." It's understandable that people get tired of it after having tasted it. Wang Yan didn't want to keep her company, so he'll talk to her when he's no longer needed.
The others are just some friends or something. He is a boss with a net worth of hundreds of millions, so how could he not have two friends?
If he seems okay and talks about serious things, he will reply. If he doesn't, forget it. He talks useless nonsense. Why bother with him?
After replying the message, Wang Yan found a private restaurant with a good reputation and made a reservation.
Of course, it wasn't high-end; you had to make an appointment in advance, which usually took several days. He didn't have the time right now, so he just found a decent enough place.
I replied to Gu Jia, sent her the address, and made an appointment to meet in the evening.
